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 Sep 2016 Moonflower
ryan
I've never been able to write
Well about you
Because before any words even begin to form,
I've already drifted,
Beginning to dream about you.
Your smell;
Eyes;
Nose;
Laugh;
Smile - your downright perfect smile,
And as my mind wanders and
My heart goes outright supernova,
I haven't even the time to pick up a pen.
Indian pipes rise ghostly
from ancient compost
of needled tears shed
white bells corpse-silent
shunning Light’s vital touch
sleeping instead in symbiotic beds
of gracious hosts, who in turn
kiss the feet of living Giants
lushly burning gilded rays
to fuel their green economy
*Monotropa uniflora*, commonly known as Indian pipe, ghost, or corpse plant, are herbaceous, perennial plants that grow at the base of trees in dense forests with very little sunlight.  They feed off fungi that live symbiotically in the roots of trees.  A tree’s ability to photosynthesize fuels this small triangle community.  

I know – I’m odd.  I find these things fascinating.  If you’ve never seen an Indian pipe, search it.  They are rare and only bloom when conditions are perfectly humid, but when they pop up there is an otherworldliness to them.  I’m on a nostalgic mental tour of the flora and fauna of my childhood home and these came to mind.  
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Have you ever tried to turn your thoughts into art ?
Like words on paper or colours on chart?
It's not that easy to tame the wild thoughts;
And make something beautiful out of them
But I know you can be extraordinary ,
You can be smart
You can make a world of your own and bring it to life
Because words can speak
And paintings can breathe
Not everyone can understand what you are trying to tell;
Through all those signs and all that ink
But don't  stop just because of that
Make these thoughts a source of your art
 Sep 2016 Moonflower
Lunar
You know that moment when you're in bed
Just after the sun has risen
And the softest of its light touches your face
And you smile a little because of its warmth
On your cold skin and bed sheets

You just want to embrace that warmth
and fall back to sleep,
fall all over again in love

That's how I felt
when I saw you first thing
in the morning
to: wjh, x.
 Sep 2016 Moonflower
Sophia
He's my 3am thought,

tired eyes, blinking lights
cold breeze, dry lips
but it's worth it
if it's him

She's my 3am thought,

firm hands, dark room
heavy sighs, pale skin
but it's worth it
if it's her
 Sep 2016 Moonflower
Ben At93
I've always loved you,
I've never stopped,
the last kiss was me memorizing every pattern of your lips,
when they're stretched or simply prim.
Like i'd need to remember it all
someday
some days like today.

I've never stopped looking out the window on rainy days,
as a few drops made as if to touch my aching palm,
not hoping to see you walk back to me, no
just to see you out there,
happy,
building what we had with another me,
a better me.

I miss you,
I don't want you back,
I just think I can just miss you
from this end,
without wishing for things to go to how they used to be,
just wishing you the world you deserve,
the world I couldn't provide.
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